The widow is a curse

Chapter 6
The snow is flying.

The sound of the piano is bleak.

The tall tombstones in Dayan Royal Cemetery reflect the snow color desertedly, making them look more gloomy.

Three black shadows sneaked in silently, and ran directly to the mausoleum palace in the cemetery.

The tall palace gate was pushed open silently.

Seeing Queen Zhengyang, who was dressed in black, sitting with her head bowed behind the gauze tent, and playing the piano, the three of them couldn't help being stunned.

However, in an instant, the murderous look replaced the astonishment in their eyes.

The three of them jumped up at the same time and charged towards Queen Zhengyang.

In the shadow of the potted green plants in the corner, a pair of black eyes flashed coldly.

Only two sounds of machine springs were heard in succession, and two of the three shadows fell down one after another.

The flickering lights on the brass candlesticks clearly reflected the quivering black crossbow arrow tails between the eyebrows of the two.

Before he felt the other party's breath, he let him take the lives of the two companions.

How powerful is this person hiding in the dark!

The eyes of the only remaining man in black exposed from the scarf flashed with astonishment, and he jumped up and rushed in the direction of Queen Zhengyang.

The man in black knew that he was no match for the man hiding in the dark, so he had to do his best to fulfill his duty.

"Overreaching?!"

Amidst Ju'ao's low voice, a small figure shot out from behind the green plant.

The horizontal knife pierced the back of the man in black who was about to escape.

From sweeping the body to stabbing with the knife, the whole movement was done in one go without any stagnation.

Whether it is quickness or positional skills, it is almost impeccable.

Although the man in black was also an experienced killer and responded in time, he still couldn't escape the fatal blow in the end.

puff!
The daggers with blood grooves all pierced into the body of the man in black.

Blood immediately flowed out along the blood groove.

When the dagger was pulled out, the man in black had lost any vitality due to excessive blood loss.

Sheathed the dagger backhand.

The little figure turned the man in black over without hesitation, and searched carefully from head to toe.

None of the three men in black was spared.

Except for the small black and shiny jade plaques on the necks of the three men in black, she got nothing.

He wiped the blood from his fingers on the man in black's clothes, and the little man turned his face away slowly.

The flickering light reflected her face.

Her skin, which was as beautiful as jade, was translucent, her eyes were like lacquer, and her lips were like cherry petals.

Her long, shiny hair was tied with a gold ring on top of her head, and her white clothes flowed freely.

Exquisite as a child in the sky.

It's just that the gaze was too indifferent, and the blood on the white clothes was too shocking.

A boy in his teens actually makes people think of the word Rakshasa.

(End of this chapter)